Newman watched her a while, talking with other people, and then he took
his leave. He shook hands last with Valentin de Bellegarde, who came out
with him to the top of the staircase. "Well, you have got your permit,"
said Valentin. "I hope you liked the process."
"I like your sister, more than ever. But don't worry your brother any
more for my sake," Newman added. "I don't mind him. I am afraid he came
down on you in the smoking-room, after I went out."
"When my brother comes down on me," said Valentin, "he falls hard. I
have a peculiar way of receiving him. I must say," he continued, "that
they came up to the mark much sooner than I expected. I don't understand
it, they must have had to turn the screw pretty tight. It's a tribute to
your millions."
"Well, it's the most precious one they have ever received," said Newman.
He was turning away when Valentin stopped him, looking at him with a
brilliant, softly-cynical glance. "I should like to know whether, within
a few days, you have seen your venerable friend M. Nioche."
"He was yesterday at my rooms," Newman answered.
"What did he tell you?"
"Nothing particular."
"You didn't see the muzzle of a pistol sticking out of his pocket?"
"What are you driving at?" Newman demanded. "I thought he seemed rather
cheerful for him.
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